
I negotiated in the house of fading returns,
Where the tradesman used tanned skin to close the deal.
I meditated through stained glass,
Where the businessman spoke a universal language to find peace.
I visited a fantasy where fireflies lit the night sky,
Just beyond my feeble reach.
Tomorrow I will join the church of broken memories,
and worship again at the altar of rose colored dreams.
But tonight I fall asleep in the arms of a different God.
And my soul is safe and sound for him to keep.